Blue school jazz?

It's been a while, not gonna lie. Seriously not as dedicated to this as I hoped, but it's here if I need it.

Right, current events, and probably the only thing I'm going to blog about today.

No IB for me. Nope, not even partial IB. How the hell did I not get into partial IB? This question has been asked countless times, and all I can do is shrug. At first, I was happy. I was overjoyed that I wouldn't have to go through the intense program. It was useless! No university gives a rat's ass about partial IB! But then, after a moment of contemplation, I felt sad. I felt stupid. I felt dumb. I'd always though that I would get in, that getting in was the least of my problems! This was followed by mild depression, not serious, just really down. I felt so stupid, so shitty compared to everybody else. I was also crushed by what my parent's would say, I felt obligated to get into IB so that I could get a good job so that I could support them. I realize that can be achieved through the regular stream, but it still leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Not much time to think about anything else, with exams and trying to get a decent report card.

Been thinking about career choices...Maybe an optometrist?